| We put, we put anchors on the blessings so they can’t leave us
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| Walkin' overseas but I ain’t Jesus
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| Tryna spit me game, I spit it back 'cause I ain’t need it
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| She give it to them youngins' that be hungry with our same features
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| Uh, you wanna kill me better dig deeper
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| She whispered in my ear she wanna dig deeper
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| Now I did do it, if I dig deeper I might hit your heart
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| Baby, we so far apart tryna force it isn’t smart
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| Listen, girl, we make this world now here we are
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| I take a part, you take a part, we break apart
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| I bring the wood, you make it wet, we make a arc
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| The key is in our hand we just push to start
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| They all staring you heard, word to Shawn Barron
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| Big plans my man we taking care of our parents
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| If a nigga saying I fall off, yall all off
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| Ya’ll know it alls like Nardwuar and Fawahn
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| Now yall broads can keep calm and fall off
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| And I’ma keep crawling my teeth showing like Pall Wall
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| Lambóns done clogged all my call logs
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| Looking for a young don they can spend it all on
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| What I get I deserve
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| Hit the church and pass the plate-like Hors d’oeuvres
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| Woah, this shit is deeper than words
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| Instead of tryna swerve we gone merge
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| Still again, niggas empty-minded gotta fill em in
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| Even with a bullet or a busy pin
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| Feel the 'blims, setting up a shoot they tryna get me in
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| If you really thinking it was you, its a deficit
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| Ain’t nobody filling up the shoe that I’m stepping in
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| Stepping in my Air Force Ones then the check is sent
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| «Good press for the set,» said the president
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| Gotta «grab em by the cat,» said your president
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| And these niggas tellin' stories tryna tell my story
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| I wrote the book on me baby, now look at me baby
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| If you really knew my worth, what on the earth could you pay me?
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| Fuck the world and have some patience, it’s the birth of a nation
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| It’s reminiscing of me spitting verses back in the basement
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| I’m representing for them niggas fighting back at the matrix
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| I clear it out and then I pack out them places, act out on stages
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| Backing out the back lot in the platinum Mercedes
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| My lil baby got her back out cause the temperature 80, uh
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| She requests the choir for a quiet vacation, no doubt
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| She was praising God when she see how he made me
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| Uh, tt was prophesied in the womb as a baby
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| If you got a problem don’t blame me
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| Take it up with God but thats dangerous, woah
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| They see me shining so they tend to get anxious
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| Don’t ever shoot your shot without aiming
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| Even if you had the drop on me maybe
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| I ain’t leave the house without angels
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| But yet again niggas empty-minded gotta fill em in
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| Gotta fill em up cause the glass half full again, oh
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| That’s that bullshit you tryna pull again? |
| Oh
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| What you tryna pull out this situation? |
| Blow
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| What the fuck you missing man you must be sniffing, snow
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| Another wave, another channel, this a different show
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| Another wave come and gone another missing boat
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| You really wanna get your feet wet? |
| Mine soaked
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| We stepping out on faith when you left it up to hope
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| They just wanna rob another Black life, woah
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| Yeah, and the story goes been big ballin' word to Lonzo
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| But dawg we big big ballin' this is Digg and Joe
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| Outta 10 times hoe we 10 and 0 you better know
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| We up again got three to go, to send em' home
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| They standing but they ass is what I sit em on
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| You phony acting hard what is you? |
| Silicone?
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| Take 'em out they section like its Game of Thrones
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| Sit down in my section when the game is on
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| I’m tryna see chick from overseas I need a finder’s fee
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| She threw it in rewind and it reminded me
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| If you got a problem don’t blame me
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| Take it up with God but thats dangerous, woah
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| They see me shining so they tend to get anxious
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| Don’t ever shoot your shot without aiming
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| Even if you had the drop on me maybe
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| I ain’t leave the house without angels
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| But yet again n*ggas empty-minded gotta fill em in
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| Gotta fill em up cause the glass half full again… |